Thursday, October 16, 2014

Look At Someone

Sometimes you’d be looking at someone, thinking I could have been or be that person. Dead and stiff as cold as the asphalt under my tires. 

You know. Like, I could have died like that sorry bastard, all decapitated and mangled beyond recognition. I could have stopped and decide not to run that bastard down.   

But why should I stop anyway? Everybody has to die sometimes, right?

Monday, September 15, 2014

What’s Yours, What’s Mine

What’s yours and what’s mine, is something that needs to be subtly decided, divided…

…hacked and slashed, in absolute greed and hatred….less no decision, no division, shall suffice…

Saturday, September 13, 2014

A Thought on Burials

From living to death, 

…what would one bring to the tomb?

Something to cuddle to in the grasp of cold earth…

Where one shall be swallowed by time

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Tribute

If one is suppose to give a meaningful tribute, it might as well be a tribute to the darkest of one’s desire. A celebration of whatever beastly lineage one has. 

Perhaps, on a nicely sculpted furnace, with a suitable amount of fire and a large enough entrance to fit a modest sized person…child…maybe two of each kind. 

What a lovely tribute that should be…

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Dream of Cults

I’ve been dreaming of cults, strange cults, lately. Names and faces that looked familiar yet has no names to recall for. What a month of great, morbid dreams.

Dreams of nameless masses, moving as one, holding up candles, morphing as one, into an orgy of mass arson. What lovely, lovely nocturnal travels they have been.

Long live The Cult, the Mysteries of Our Time in this Flaming existence.

Hail The Cult! The nurturer of chaos and night.

Friday, May 2, 2014


For some unknown reason, flashes of intriguing maxims have been capturing my mind every now and then. It is not that flashes of weird thoughts have never come to this head, which makes these flashes seems special.

They are just so unthinkable, and for hell’s sake I can’t seem to put together where they might have originated from. None of them are original. They must have been lying dormant there, from things I watched, read, talk about…

Coming out of nowhere, like bogeys out of a misty, saturnian bog…….

If you haven’t got a penis, you’re a female
If you haven’t got a vagina, you’re a male
Those are facts; everything else is just choices and perceptions… 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Stopped Counting

When you stopped counting your achievements, no matter how excellent they are, then you should know that  you are walking on a path of no emotion. 

A blissful psyche plateau where deeds are forgotten as soon as they are committed….Under the sign of a mighty red dragon.